Bounties on the Run

[Master_Kinnon]

Dien Dhumb shuffled the datapads nervously in front of him as he looked out over the scariest thing he had seen in a long time: a dozen angry bounty hunters hungry for a target. He was the public face of the Ord Mantell branch of the Bounty Hunters Guild and had to remind himself every day that once his debt had been paid he could quietly disappear to a small corner of the galaxy for the rest of his life.

Wiping away the sweat dribbling down between his jowls with a piece of cloth that had frankly seen better days, he activated the viewscreen behind his desk and stood to address the masses. An expectant hush fell over them and in a quivering voice he began.

"A bounty is being offered on this human," he started, pressing a button on his desk. A 2D image of a human in his late sixties appeared with scrowling text beneath it.

"This is Dr Torrah Seltor AKA the Droidmaker. Until recently he worked for BonTech Industries on Bonadan designing experimental security droids for planetary defence forces. BonTech have started developing a range of assassin droids for the Corporate Guild on Druckenwell in an effort to branch out. Unfortunately, the Droidmaker has absconded with all his research and the only four prototypes he created."

Dien gulped in some air as he paused and failed to notice the impatient glare he received from a well built Zabrak near the back. At the front of the crowd a diminutive Mandalorian woman slowly took her helmet off and gave him a stare that made him wish for his family warren back on Sullust.

"Anyway," he continued swiftly, "BonTech have offered the sum of 500,000 Republic credits for his return alive...or 750,000 credits for the return of his data alone. You don't get paid if he dies, so no disintegrations.

"In a rather unprecedented move, the Corporate Guild is offering 500,000 per droid returned to them in working condition and 200,000 credits if the Droidmaker is killed. I believe they plan to patent the droids as their own."

A heavily scarred mercenary at the back of the group put up his hand and spoke out in a deep, booming voice.

"What's his movements?"

Clearing his throat, Dien consulted the datapad in his hand and looked back at the man, sure his fear was radiating off him in waves.

"He was last spotted on Naboo heading for the spaceport. We where unable to obtain confirmation he left the planet. Be warned that he will likely have the four droids acting as his body guards and we have no idea of their capabilities. The Droidmaker himself is a reasonable combatant...though I'm sure no one here will struggle with him."

Letting his hands fall to his sides he almost let a sigh of relief escape from his lips: he was almost finished!

"That's all the information on the target we have, so unless there's anything else....no? Ok. Need I remind you that no one gets paid until the target, in whatever state he's in, arrives back at the Guild for transportation to the client...either of them? No...ok then. Good hunting."

As the bounty hunters quickly filed out, he fell heavily back into his seat and closed his eyes briefly. Not long until his debt was repaid.

[Kommandant Felix]

"That's all the information on the target we have, so unless there's anything else....no? Ok. Need I remind you that no one gets paid until the target, in whatever state he's in, arrives back at the Guild for transportation to the client...either of them? No...ok then. Good hunting."

The meeting adjourned, as the bounty hunters got up without much chit chat. In general bounty hunters did not make conversation much with each other, especially when on the same job. After all, you could find yourself at the wrong end of your newfound "friends" blaster, especially when transporting prey.

In the far corner, Bishop Krayt stirred. His opened his dark brown eyes, coldly glancing around the room, taking in his surroundings. His quarry had finally been defined...the hunt had begun. Staring into space, he contemplated his next move.

There's only one logical explanation. His original location was Bonadan, and he was last seen on Naboo. We are currently on Ord Mantell. Supposedly, the other bounty hunters will run along to Naboo, sniffing for clues of our Prey. This makes my destination clear...the only logical place for me is Coruscant.

Standing up, he gave the pathetic Dien Dhumb a neutral nod and left last, and without a word progressed to his ship. He bet he could have intimidated the little humanoid into giving him supplies for his journey, but he preferred to save his savagery for his Prey. Besides that, he didn't wish to entangle himself in open conflict with the Guild...yet.

Coruscant will give me the information I need to continue the pursuit...and it will equip me to handle these so called "prototype" droids.

[flo fett]

Asyu Valdis walked slowly across the landing bay towards her ship, watching as various bountyhunters scrambled to leave before the others. Most of them looked like complete amatuers and would no doubt end up dead within days, whether at the hands of those assassin droids Dhumb had mentioned or brought down by rival hunters looking to thin out the competition. Whatever, they would die anyway. She mentally shrugged, feeling no sadness for them, you were a fool to enter the business if you were weak or stupid and death always ended up as the wages of stupidity. Replacing her Mandalorian helmet, she sighed as she settled back into her comfortable view of the world, all data readouts and enhanced visuals. She wasn't sure yet if she was going to take the bounty, she already had a great many things on her to-do list and quite a few other folks that she should look in on first. A few personal scores to settle too. Still, there was a potential for making quite a lot of credits, and credits were one of the things she liked best in life. She reached her ship, the 'Beyrona', still undecided.

A tall, massively proportioned man strode past her, shortly followed by a surly looking Zabrak heading in the same direction. The two men glanced briefly at each other with a look of distaste as they passed. Both looked as though they could rip an assassin droid a new data port with their bare hands.
Hmmm, Asyu thought as the two men headed towards their respective ships. These two are a whole different kettle of buzzfish. She had never seen either of them before but they both looked like they could provide adequate competition. Maybe she would take the bounty after all...

[Cassus Fett]

Arpo stood on the landing platform, he growled as quite a few of the other bounty hunters had already left. He noticed that the few that were left seemed abit weary about him so he let of a mighty roaring growl before he headed to his ship.

He gripped his handle of his Ryyk blade with his right hand as he walked slowly up the ramp of his stolen and modified Sentinel-Class Landing Craft, Dark Tyrant. As the ramp closed he sighed, it had been the first time in months that no-one had tried to attack him. He took his Ryyk blade from his belt and placed it on his weapons shelf, next to his hand built bowcaster and headed into the cockpit to start up the engines.

[gawdofwar]

As kory heard the roar he figured his biggest threat was him as he also muttered thank the force he out number everyone here but of course still consider's every a hostile unit. He went into his ship and started flying to naboo hoping he could make it to the planet and get all the information he could before getting into any trouble with anyone. Saying to his droid 'we may have another droid wroking for us'.